This is a song about "Raisede up poor"

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

Modify your quota bitch

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And i grew up poor with no cash flow in the country, you ain't even know it,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Thinking y'all cant touch this well that's easy with your poor

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

Once you grow up poor and blow up, money simply ain't the same,

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor